Oxauk

Information

Forum Name: Kelibarcis

Character Full Name: Oxauk "Snowhide" Stormwalker

Character In-Game Name: Oxauk

Nickname(s): Snowhide

Association(s): He has none as of yet.

Race: Tauren

Class: Warrior

Age: 56

Sex: Male

Hair: Crisp Dreadlocks forming into other braids, usually very frizzy and split at the ends.

Eyes: A fiery red.

Weight: He is rather large, weighing in roughly around six hundred and seventy pounds.

Height: He stands at around nine feet, towering over most.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Appearance

He usually keeps himself heavily laden with many amounts of plate. He wears a set of shackles around his wrists.

Other: Other than a large set of scars down his back, mostly being covered up by his hide, his teeth are rather chipped at the edges.

Personality

Oxauk is a very, very secluded person. He is rather seen brooding in his thoughts while in large crowds of people. He has possibly one of the worst tempers ever seen from a tauren, marking him a little barbaric at times. He usually keeps to his closest friends, it takes alot for respect to be given from his solemn being. He is rather apathetic towards most races, sometimes looking down at his own.

History

Oxauk was raised among the plains of Mulgore, his home nearing the many bluffs and mountain tops, particularly around Thunder Bluff. He was raised along side with two brothers and three sisters, his mother and father both did there hardest to raise them according to there beliefs, which were of the peaceful, caring manner. As a youngster Oxauk was a very socially active Shu'halo, his mothers rather large social skills deeming to his being. His father was another story, he raised Oxauk well on the manners and rituals of the Earthmother, even if Oxauk was too immature to put those to good use. They lived on a kodo ranch, sharing it with two other families, the Thistlestorm's and the Stonetail family. Oxauk would learn quickly the meaning of work, following his fathers orders as he put him into the fields at a very young age. Oxauk ignored most of his siblings, with the exception of his younger brother Granhnsol.

As Oxauk matured slowly into an almost teen age, his rather active social skills seemed to blemish, along with most of his positive traits. He found himself nearly in trouble with either his father or mother, or the chief of a nearby village for stealing and vandalizing some of the idols and totems. Although the night of his eldest brothers ritual into adulthood, his life would dramatically change for the worse. As the fire burned brightly in celebration, the rather jealous side of Oxauk came out of him, thoughts of hate and greed filled his mind, but from what source he did not know, he was young and rather confused, he'd been raised in all good conditions, but surprisingly what his father had sewed into his life was not quite finding place within Oxauk. As the celebration and feast went onward, Oxauk had plans to ruin this with a bang, although he didn't know the consequences of this. The celebration was well placed for him at least, directly in front of the Kodo ranch, Oxauk had a plan to cause a stampede to run through the celebration trashing everything. As he carried a torch down towards a group of grazing Kodo, he dropped the torch and set the field on fire, quickly running back towards the celebration to tell the others that the fields had caught ablaze. As he reaches the celebration, a very disgruntled father and mother await him, along with a fairly angry chieftain. So far Oxauk had no understanding of how they knew, until his sister peered around the corner giving a look towards Oxauk, letting him know that she'd seen him walking towards the fields with the torch in his hands. She'd followed him all the way out there, only to wait as the fire had started and Oxauk had made his way running towards the celebration, she quickly put the fire out somehow making her way back faster than Oxauk, after all he was a very slow runner, especially with his mass. Sure she was quite a size, but she'd outrun him anyday.

After the events had taken place, a few scoldings here and there were placed upon Oxauk from his father and mother. Though that was not the end of it, the chieftain had plans of his own to punish and scorn the mere child for his doings. Upon the decision of the chieftain, he returns to the Stormwalker's household with an apathetic look on his face, telling them that Oxauk had clearly taken matters far out of reach in his own hands, and that he needed to be ran out of the bluffs and into the Barrens for quite a while. Both Oxauk's mother and father weren't to happy with this decision, but stayed true to the ways and sent Oxauk packing. Oxauk had no idea this little scenario of his was going to land him into this much trouble.

Oxauk Stormwalker, now supposedly a man of his own at a very young age, made his way through the Barrens, at this point in time all positive reinforcement had left his mind, along with his body. He stumped his hooves loudly against the solid dry ground underneath him, cursing the Earthmother and his family, from this night on he truly became the monster that he was never destined to be.

Oxauk knew what he had to do to survive, he'd try his hardest to find a job and perhaps even a place of his own, this definitely did not work out for him, one night as he was resting at the usual oasis he'd spent a few years at, he was hit over the head with a large hammer in his sleep, when he awoke he was bound to shackles and amongst other tauren. He stayed silent, gripping his hands together trying to force the shackles off. He'd been picked up by some sort of slaving trade it had seemed, but it wasn't that at all. They'd planned to use them in labor, and bet amongst fights they would place between the tauren they had captured, it was here that Oxauk figured he would have to put up a fight to survive.

Two years had passed, fights along with them. He was still moving with the semi-large caravan of men. He'd formed his own circlet of friends and enemies as well. Oxauk had become the true definition of a stone, allowing his heart to become callous and guarded from thinking about positive things. But as this night approached it's end, a loud war cry was heard in the distance, something he'd never heard before. As he raised his large body to look and see where the noise was coming from, a small group of Orcs stormed the caravan, killing off the rather drunken men. Oxauk was met with a loud grunt as he was helped out of his cage, a mild dark orc pounded his chest at Oxauk, he stood there silent looking down at his shackles before the orcs axe was sent down cutting them in half. Oxauk looked down at the orc, feeling a sense of freedom, he was now free again to do what he'd wished. A quick rage filled his body as his hand pounded against his chest, letting out a large cry. "Oxauk.." he mumbled, facing down at the orc. The orc stifled a somewhat grin, "Kremsham!" he yelled in Oxauk's face. This was a night to be well remembered.

Many years had passed, his age closing in to adulthood as the Shu'halo had joined with this small group of orcs, the orc named Kremsham had taught him everything he'd need to know from these years spent with him, he taught him of the Orcish language and hand signs, the many tactics of the warrior. Oxauk had become accustom to the ways of the Orc race. He'd now considered himself one in spirit, continuing to curse the Earthmother as his heart grew cold and hard. Kremsham approached him one night while at another one of there drunken' nights in the Barrens. Kremsham spoke with a deep tone, moving his hand over Oxauk's forehead as wet paint covered the tips of his fingers. He carefully drew out a small symbol on the forehead of Oxauk, afterwards pounding his chest again. "You are of honor. You have freedom now. Go and let these lands serve you as you have served them Oxauk." And with that said Oxauk slammed his fist onto his chest again, nodding at Kremsham as he walked towards his tent and gathered his things. He turned his head back as he'd left the camp, feeling now that he was ready to make a name for himself. And crush anything that would stand in his way. And thus, Oxauk "Snowhide" Stormwalker rode off towards Orgrimmar. His heart now filled with encouragement and hate for his enemies. He let out a large cry as he slapped the reins of his kodo.